01x10 - May All Your Dreams Come True

[bunniefuu]

That's my kakek and nanek.

Who are they?

My grandparents.

My dad says they worked
themselves to death

sending him overseas for school.

So everything he
does is for them?

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure he's
not the Hutan Lahir?

One hundred percent.

Look, I know sometimes he
ticks people off, including me.

But he's not some demon, okay?

Okay, I'm
sorry. It's just…

Everything that's happened these
past couple of weeks, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

It's strange. He's
sentimental about his parents,

but not about Tanah Merah.

Hey. He loves Tanah
Merah, with all his heart.

So, he does have a heart?

Of course, Zoe. Yeah.

And what about you?

What, if…

If I have a heart?

Yes.

I mean, I'm pretty sure I do.

I kind of figured.

Ben! Zoe!

So, when was the
first time you saw a spirit?

I
remember it very well.

I was around your age, and I
was at home with your nanek.

Ayah was out,

and there was a knock at the
door and Ibu went to answer.

There was no one there.

Another knock.
Again, no one there.

And by the third time, my mother looked
at me with a funny expression and said,

"Maybe it's for you."

Oh.

I didn't know what she was talking
about, but I went to the door anyway.

And sure enough, there was
a pale lady standing there.

She wanted to talk to me.

- A ghost?
- Yep.

And boy, was she angry that my mother
kept slamming the door on her face.

So, why did you stop?

Being a dukun, I mean.

You can't just
switch it off, Tyar.

But you know, after
your kakek died,

I just couldn't do it anymore.

It can be painful.

I ignored the spirits,
I locked the stuff away.

The box, his journal?

- So you didn't want me...
- Yes.

Your Ayah and I were hoping that
your abilities wouldn't surface.

We were scared for you.

But they have.

Yes, they have.

Now I understand why you sent a toyol
to stop me finding Grandpa's journal.

Wait, what? A toyol? What toyol?

Huh?

It… It wasn't yours?

The only person that I know
with a toyol is Uncle Tan.

Hey. Your father went
to Jakarta early this morning.

He's gonna be gone
for a few days.

Yes! May I?

What for?

He's developing a container
port in Tanah Merah.

Oh.

Will he have to destroy
another fishing village?

Nothing that drastic. I think.

Maybe a
thousand-year-old shrine.

…it looks like he may
just squeeze into office. If successful…

Um, there's some congee.
Do you guys want some?

And in local news,
authorities in Tanah Merah

are growing increasingly frustrated
with the rise of online anarchists.

What the hell?

Concerns have been raised
about the pranks carried out

- by a social media influencer…
- Mr. Midnight's on TV.

…known as Mr. Midnight.

Police are particularly interested in
interviewing the girl shown on screen.

I'm on TV! This is amazing.

That's your take out from this?

Come on, it's not that bad.

It's not good.

What if Dad sees it?

Then I'll say it was a mix up.

- What mix up?
- Zoe.

This is serious.

Okay, then I'll say I was in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

You know, this stuff
has happened before.

Mr. Midnight is like
Dad's biggest critic.

Yes, and he would
be very unimpressed.

You need to keep
a low profile, Zo.

Come on, he's not that bad.

Hopefully, things will
blow over quickly.

And seriously, stay
home from school

and try not to
attract attention.

Uncle Tan.

Do you have a toyol?

Would you like to meet him?

I already have.

I just don't get why you kept
me in the dark for so long.

Your parents.

That figures.

Your grandfather
and I were friends.

I knew he would've wanted
you to have his journal,

but I made a promise to your
mother that I wouldn't interfere.

Bayi?

This little imp here was meant
to leave it out for you to find.

So, technically, it wasn't me.

Why did it attack me then?

Sounds
like he panicked.

Maybe something spooked him.

Like what?

Could've been anything. They're
nervous little creatures.

Hmm?

Bayi.

Well, Jimmy K was
there that day.

But we know he isn't
the Hutan Lahir.

Hmm.

Anyone else?

The mayor.

The mayor?

Maybe I should take a look
around town hall tomorrow.

Yeah. I think
that's a good idea.

Really?

You heard?

Yeah, I heard.

- Now, daughter don't fuss...
- Don't "daughter" me.

It's too dangerous out there and
I don't you want you snooping...

Ling, don't treat me like a
cr*pple! Always protecting me.

Now, I looked after you by myself
all those years when Mum...

After...

I'm not going to stand
here and do nothing.

It's no big deal.

He's just going to
check out the town hall.

It can't hurt, can it?

This is
super revolutionary!

- What is Mr. Midnight anyway?
- Like Ghostbusters.

Look at that.

Nat's Midnight rant
has gone viral.

Nat went bat poop crazy.

Attention, students.

School policy dictates that no
foreign material be worn on,

or with, your school uniform.

Mr. Midnight paraphernalia
must be removed.

Promotional flyers
are also being removed

and those students responsible
could face disciplinary action.

We're turning into a sideshow.

We can thank Nat for that.

But who did the merch?

Who knows, but that dude's
right. It is revolutionary.

Speaking of the devil. Nat!

What's wrong with him?

Nat, this is crazy.

- Just leave him alone.
- Is he all right?

He'll come around.

Guys. Check this out.
Zoe's on the news.

This isn't good.

I know. All right, listen.

Zoe's in my house.
She's laying low.

My dad's not here, can you guys
come and figure this out with me?

Yeah, we will be there.

- Okay, good.
- Yeah.

Good.

We were so busy fighting Nat, I mean,
who would've noticed a laptop camera?

I mean, his mask was like
super-glued to his face.

I don't know if you guys think
that that's claustrophobic.

I think that's claustrophobic.

I mean, can you imagine having
a mask attached to your face?

Like, that is the definition
of hyper-freaking-phobia!

And… And I can't even snorkel!

Zoe, just calm down.
It's not your fault.

I know.

It… It will blow over
in 24 hours, right?

And, um, they'll
forget about me.

You'd think.

But before Dad returns?

I mean, it's so blurry.

Who would even
recognize it anyway?

I'd recognize you anywhere.

Okay.

Well, maybe it's best
that we wait this one out.

Maybe nothing will come of it.

Yeah.

Well, all right,
uh, in the meantime,

maybe we should do a…
A new post, you know?

Yeah. "Mr. Midnight is still
here for you" kind of thing?

Mm.

Good idea, except
for one small detail.

Well, we can't exactly
do a Mr. Midnight post

without a Mr. Midnight.

One of us needs to do it.

Yeah, we… We can audition.

How? Nat, he's
naturally Mr. Showbiz.

He can't be easily replaced.

But anybody can be showbiz.

I mean, we can all be
showbiz. I can be showbiz.

You can be showbiz.
Yeah, showbiz is cool.

Yeah.

Keep it down.

Keep it down,
Midnighters. Keep it down.

Keep it down.

Evening, ghost-lies.
Mr. Midnight here

in the supernatural ground
zero of spirit central.

Mr. Midnight is here

because he picketed the cemetery
tonight with civic-minded individuals

in an effort to protect our
ancestors' final resting place.

More than Ben that
man supernatural

I'm the demon…

Ooh.

What?

And to stop
wonton destruction…

Did you say "wonton destruction"?
As in we demolish dumplings?

"Wanton."

Can't you speak English?

Hey, guys, guys,

it's been a full-on
couple of days.

Let's try this tomorrow?

Yeah, maybe
we're just too tired.

No, no, no. Come on, Tyar.

You said it yourself, some crazy
stuff has been happening right now.

And like it or not, people are
starting to look at Mr. Midnight.

Come on, guys, let's
do it together.

I mean, one of us has to do it
until Nat gets his head together.

- All right?
- Okay.

Let me have a go.

Well, if it doesn't work, then we can
try and pull back Mr. "Poop Dawg" here.

Okay, let's see.

- Give it your best shot.
- Tyar!

- Give it your best shot.
- Tyar!

- Tyar!
- You'll record me, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Let's see you do it.

All right.

Wait, what?

- Dude, in English! English!
- Come on.

What the…

This is out of control.

- So cult-like.
- Yeah.

Principal's going
to have a hernia.

Attention, students.

School policy dictates that no
foreign material be worn on,

or with your school uniform.

Mr. Midnight paraphernalia
must be removed.

Promotional flyers are
also being removed,

- and those students responsible…
- Come on.

…could face disciplinary action.

Seriously, what's the
big deal? So intense for?

They really don't
like Mr. Midnight.

Tell me about it.

Tan Ling, please
report to the principal's office.

Great.

Oh, boy.
It's Ling's father.

What's wrong?

He's in hospital.
There's been an accident.

- Oh, no!
- It's serious, I'm sorry to say.

Uh, Principal, is
that microphone still on?

Oh, sh*t!

He's badly injured,
but I'm hopeful.

What happened?

It was an accident.
He was hit by a car.

He was looking for
something for Tyar?

He was ranting.

I'll look back in shortly.

Ling.

Ling, I'm so sorry.

This is all your fault.

How is it my fault?

- Just because it happened at the...
- Just go.

Ling, come on.

I said just go.

This is all your fault!

Leave. Now.

I hope Uncle Tan's okay.

Yeah, I don't know.

We'll see until Tyar comes
back from the hospital, yeah?

Do you think we
should go and see him?

You know, for moral support?

No. No, look, let's
just wait here, okay?

See what's going on.

I think he's going to
be okay. Yeah? Trust me.

Dad?

What are you doing, Ben?

I know you're in on this
ridiculous Mr. Midnight thing.

You would disrespect me?

- No, that's not what you're thinking.
- If I want you to speak,

I'll ask you to speak, got it?

Dad, come on.

Stop talking. Get in the car.

Why?

I'm sending you overseas
to a business school.

So maybe then you'll
learn the rules.

I will not be disrespected!

Now, Ben!

Everything you touch turns
bad, dude. You are cursed.

Ben, wait! Wait, come back! No!

Tyar, you can fix this,
right? Like you always do?

So fix this!

I can't. I need
to think about it.

But I need help.

Did you just see what happened?

Excuse me, can you help me,
please? I need… I need a lift.

Somebody, please, I need
a lift. I need help!

Can't believe we liked
Mr. Midnight. What a crook!

Such a loser!

No, you're the
losers! You hear me?

You and you and you!

You're all losers!

Somebody, please!

What up, dude!

- Nat!
- That's me.

You're here.

Yeah, I'm not a
"hold a grudge" type.

Besides, I owe you one big time.

- You do?
- Yeah.

When I first came to Tanah
Merah, everyone called me bule.

I'm sorry.

You didn't. Or Ling.

You were both my
dudes from the start.

Dude, are you...

And now you're a
dukun! Who knew?

And I'm pretty much dead!

What?

Distinguishing between the living and
the dead can be confusing, I get it.

But leaving me in a room with a tear
to the spirit world is like radiation.

You radiated me to death!

How can you be dead?

Trust me, dude, I'm
dead, and you k*lled me.

I thought we were happy campers
with Night Patrol, but not you.

You and your little goody
dukun-shoes Mr. Midnight.

Nat, it's not like that.

- Really don't care!
- No!

This is all your fault!

Tyar, you can
fix this, right?

Trust me, dude, I'm dead,
and you k*lled me.

This is all
your fault!

Fix this!

You and your little
goody dukun-shoes Mr. Midnight.

Come out,
come out, wherever you are.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Theodore?

Tyar is a dukun.

Wherever you are…

This is all your fault!

If I want you to
speak, I'll ask you to speak.

Everything you
touch turns bad, dude.

Everything you touch turns bad,
dude. You are cursed.

No!

Tyar, you can fix this, right?

Trust me, dude, I'm
dead, and you k*lled me.

I don't want
to be scared anymore.

Tyar, help!

- Tyar, help!
- I'm sorry.

Tyar, you can fix this,
right? Like you always do?

I'm sorry.

Tyar, can you help me?

I'm sorry.

I need help!

Tyar, it's not safe.

Just let me go!

Tyar, you fell
asleep at the table.

What?

What a nightmare.

You have to look after yourself.
You can't stay out so late.

It wasn't that late.

Nat… Well, someone else had to play
Mr. Midnight. We had to audition.

Tyar, your father
and I were talking.

I want to help you
understand what a dukun does.

Really?

On the condition

I hang on to the kris.

But I need it.

Oh, it can be dangerous.

I'll keep it safe. Promise.

But the kris is my only defense.

Oh, nonsense.

It wouldn't have mattered
with the fish-man,

the Jikininki

or even the pocong.

Give it to me.

I never mentioned
those creatures.

Yes, you did.

Don't you remember?

Give me the kris.

Attention,
students. School policy dictates

that no foreign material be worn
on, or with, your school uniform.

Mr. Midnight paraphernalia…

What's happening? Where am I?

Promotional flyers
are also being removed

and those students responsible
could face disciplinary action.

The kris, Tyar.

Hand it over.

I'm still dreaming.

I'm still dreaming!

Give it to me.

No, no, no!

Give me the…

…kris!

What?

Tyar, what is this?

Oh-h*.

A baku.

It's a Japanese sprite.

It sabotaged our dreams.

This thing was in our heads.

It's called a dream-eater.

It preys upon you when you are
at your most vulnerable. Asleep.

It creates nightmares
based on your worst fears.

For Ling,

her fear is that, after
losing her mother,

she'll lose me, too.

Pa.

For Ben, it's his father.

Oh, come on. Not him again.

You have your differences, Ben, but
you still fear disappointing him.

And with Zoe, your fears are
perfectly understandable.

Anyone who's been
through what you have

would be terrified of
returning to that moment.

Yeah.

And it's okay now.
The nightmare's over.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

We're all in this together.

All of us?

What about Nat?

He wasn't with us, but
he was in my dream.

That's because it's
about you, not Nat.

You fear failing your
friends and being alone.

I need to talk to Nat.

Wait, Tyar.

It looks like the Hutan
Lahir is aware of all of you.

He knows where you are.

Like, right now?

Yes.

You've all become a threat.

It is after all of you.

Sorry.

It's Dad. Should I answer?

You better.

Hey, Dad.

Ben, I had a chance to
think on my way back from Jakarta.

Think about what?

Zoe's part of this Mr. Midnight
thing. I'm sure of it.

I'm sending her home,
back to England.